Dmitri Hvorostovsky. EVGHENI ONEGHIN. Paris 1992. Aria You wrote to me

, DmitriHvorostovsky, NucciaFocile You wrote to me. Please don t deny it. I have read the avowal of a trusting heart, the outpouring of innocent love; your candour touched me deeply. It has stirred feelings long since dormant. I won t commend you for this, But I will repay you with an equally guileless avowal. Hear my confession, then judge me as you will TATYANA (collapsing again onto the bench) O God How humiliating and how painful ONEGIN If I wished to pass my life within the confines of the family circle, and a kindly fate had decreed for me the role of husband and father, then, most like, I would not choose any other bride than you. But I was not made for wedded bliss, it is foreign to my soul, your perfections are vain, I am quite unworthy of them. Believe me, I give you my word, marriage would be a torment for us. No matter how much I loved you, habit would kill that love.